a b o u t
NAME: Oliver William Nevin
CHARACTER: The White Rabbit
AGE: 30
DOB: November 1
OCCUPATION: Owner of Secondhand Treasure
ORIENTATION: Uncertain
DATING STATUS: Single
PARENTS: Aaron and Gwendolyn
SIBLINGS: Abigail (33), Pippin (25) and Pippa (25)
BIRTHPLACE: Wonderland
CURRENT LOCATION: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
w o n d e r l a n d
It there was one thing in his life that never changed, it was time. It existed no matter the circumstance or the location. Time was always there and he abided by it on a regular basis. He lived on time, breathed on time and there was not a day that he lived without his golden pocketwatch. The White Rabbit, as he was known, served as an anxious but kind creature in a world known as Wonderland. Most times he was running late, or at least that was what he would tell people. Even just ten seconds past the deadline would send him into a fury. Fast rabbit feet thundering through the woods of Wonderland in attempt to reach his destination and, in the process, meet a few friends.
There came a day when he was running late for an appointment, the story of his life, but it would be on that day his story would change. He remembered feeling slightly lightheaded and the sensation worsened to the extent he could barely walk. Heaving breaths that drove his chest into waves of pain, he forced himself to lean against a tree. He shut his eyes for just a moment, he swore it was only a moment, and he opened them to a remarkable sight.
He was suddenly surrounded by a plain looking world, lacking the color and adventure he so loved in Wonderland. There were no mad hatters or talking cats. There was even no Alice, or was there? He didn't know. What he thought he knew no longer existed. His white fur was traded for smooth skin and his long ear shortened into that of a human's. That was just it. He was human. And for the longest time, he thought he was dreaming. He went along with things, humoring others as they spoke to him by a name of Oliver. Sure, he thought, Oliver lives in this small house. Oliver owns this antiques shop and lives a quiet life in a busy city. Sure. But he wasn't Oliver, or was he?
Much time passed and this dream of his became a reality, one he hated very much. He did not like change and he did not like being away from what he knew. He could not find any of his familiars from Wonderland. He just continued on living as an ordinary human being, but he had no idea how to live as an ordinary human being.
The more he walked through life in Philadelphia, the more he started to "remember" his memories as Oliver Nevin. He knew he was the White Rabbit and that his home was Wonderland. He remembered everything about Wonderland, but it was like he was receiving the memories of another person's life in addition to his own. But his life in Wonderland was not forgotten, he started hearing whispers around the city about how he got there.
There were others, he found out, but he never thought to address it. It was frightening to think evil could strip everyone from every world imaginable and put them all in one place. He couldn't recognize anyone for who they were back home, and some of them did not want to be found, just like him. He was a man in denial, one who simply needed friendships, and he made a few. That would settle him for the time being and, perhaps, one day he would return to Wonderland. But not today.
o l i v e r
Oliver Nevin was born as one of four children. He was the second eldest, with his sister Abigail being the eldest and his twin siblings Pippin and Pippa being the youngest. The family resided in Pennsylvania for their entire lives, but they moved several times around the state. Oliver was born in Pittsburgh, but the family moved to Philadelphia when he was just nearing the age of puberty. The family was close, but it had its own share of drama.
His older sister was always the over achiever who strived to outdo all of her siblings in everything. She earned the highest grades, earned scholarships and graduated from the one of the most esteemed universities in the nation. She married first, had children first and pursued work as a lawyer. His younger siblings were alike and did everything together. They were young and free, pursuing relationships and work out of the state. Oliver was not that close to his older sister and they rarely spoke. He would have lunch with his parents each week but otherwise spent much of his time at his shop.
He went to college and earned a degree in business, only so that he could open his own antiques shop. He loved history and explored anything that had a story. As his siblings ventured into parenthood and serious careers, Oliver remained a mystery to his family. He was much different compared to the rest. He was content with what he had and was nervous about venturing any further into life's grasp. Was there actually someone out there who would care for him as much as he could care for them? Who would he come across that would dare such test a fate? Life was about discovering, it was about living, he would gradually break out of his shell and do just that.
